![]() Euchrid songA Poem by DCD MADE IN DYSPRAXIA
Born into strange land
Swamp and dark woods My father strange creature In my life suffering and weird joy I feel like Jesus like saint boy My hands into dark heaven In churches darkest things Little girls with tattoo chins Poor man with no dignity Where I can find any clarity Pulsing black blood Over my black heart Little girl in lonely room Pleasant moment From my notes and message She reading like bible She trust me and trust my heart Swallowing taste old rotten card ![]() I come often like night I make few fire flames Burning church and burning burst Watching stars over palms Sing melody of swampland Breathing into her sleeping eyes They find out they saw me They make judge No my dear Jesus or god But freak devil with sick mind They hunt me like lamb Sacrifice and butcher knife in hand They make circle of hate justice Force me to strip down Make fire on my skin Burning all in one sin Let it bleed and scream Little girl will be lonely ![]() © 2017 DCD MADE IN DYSPRAXIA |
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Added on August 28, 2017 Last Updated on October 31, 2017 Author![]() DCD MADE IN DYSPRAXIAPraha , Le Paris , the new York Bohemia , VTAboutPoet with dyspraxia. Iwill not waste my time explain this contidion at my words here is the symptoms . If you have more question just contact me thanks. Very high levels of motor activity,.. more..Writing
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